The blocc is hot, to roc da mic.
A high diet of rice, to rely on lies.
The disguise at the helm, then to remove the mask.
To look in her eyes, she then feels safe.
To avoid the disgrace, and to ignore when grace is said.
Thas when my Draconian skin then begins to shed.
To see your blood oxidize, your spirit then mine.
And I was on the clock when right on time.
To incarnate with a Djinn at 4:44.
The Devil in me unleashes the beast.
And we fold blue hunnies into a crease.
To exchange blows, and sols we reap!
Comments
Love the image; kinda looks like Raistlin from the Dragon Lance Series
Appreciate it! It's Darth Vader.
Thanks for the comment!